Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.